Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.